Brandywood

"I used to brush my sister's hair when she was still a little child." Daerundros said soothingly as she tugged gently against the mess that was Ariagne's hair. It was a fair-clad gloomy night, a lantern seated beside Daerundros to give her illumination as she battled with the tangled bush of Ariagne's untidy and unkempt hair.

Here, I give you freedom, my love, my dear.

For I know, you don’t need protection, you know no fear.

I give you time, time to think, time to decide..

But please, my love, choose my side..